When the fathoms come uninvited..

The fire is in blue flames. The vigour of golden yellow flames withdrew for the paleness of blue. The darkness befell the valley below, mist blanketed the hills beneath. Mist has blanketed the heart too. No sound other than the curtain flipping in the wind coming through the open window.The pale lunar curvature hung in the dark sky.

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The definition of life is in the profundity of the collective mutiny and continual rehabilitation that betide societal conscience, which originate indegeniously from individualistic egoistic turbulence; the conflicts and pacifications that consecutively converges and subsequently subscribes to the masses as a whole. I should say life is very simple...